The first PVP match Jiang Fang encountered was quite similar to the current situation.
The scene is a bungalow.
Just in comparison, the bungalow was small, at most a thousand square meters.
There is not a battlefield where war is raging, and the opponents are not these experienced veterans who can instantly enter the fighting state.
The rules of the game are also very simple.
The two teams had three days to fight. Finally, the two teams entered a special room and took turns to blow on the xun-like musical instruments mounted on the wall to prove that they were still alive.
If someone wants to cheat, he blows too much, and when his mouth touches the Xunkou for the second time, he will die on the spot.
One chance per person, quite fair.
In the end, whichever team can catch more people will win.
The winner will receive an S-class item and enjoy the benefits of full resurrection.
The loser's team must stay in this bungalow forever.
… in the form of a corpse, of course.
This is the first time for everyone to enter this kind of PVP mode, where you die or I live.
After staring at each other for a while, the two teams maintained their superficial harmony and said a lot of words about sincere unity.
In the end, everyone shouted haha and reached an agreement:
There are at least three days left, don't worry, we can think of a way to get through the difficulties together.
Of course this is just talk.
Because Jiang Fang led the team with more people than the opponent.
Such an embarrassing situation, of course, can only be the predicament that the behind-the-scenes game planners specially set up for them.
The purpose is also very clear: to induce and persecute the party with few people to act quickly.
Otherwise, if it is delayed for a while, it will be more dangerous for a while.
Jiang Fang thought that the other team would be more anxious than himself.
But he didn't expect to be so anxious.
As soon as the two teams had their first dinner together, they drugged him.
The bungalows are well stocked with food and even wine.
When Jiang Fang was wearing an apron to cook, the captain of the other party, Sheng Yimin, the honest man in his early 40s who held [Answer], picked up a bottle of wine on the wine rack, observed it, and took the initiative to talk to Jiang Fang. : "This brandy is good, 70 years old."
Jiang Fang glanced at him and showed some interest: "70 years?"
Seeing that he was interested, Sheng Yimin made persistent efforts: "You have hair... Cough, are you from the Russian side? I heard that you are all good at drinking?"
Jiang Fang lowered his eyelashes, showing a somewhat upright gentleman's bearing: "It's okay."
After taking the bottle and verifying that the good wine was right behind him, Jiang Fang, as Sheng Yimin wished, said, "Excuse me, pour me a glass."
Jiang Fang has always been a walking wine barrel. After a glass of wine, his face was neither red nor white, and he continued to chop vegetables steadily.
He pretended he didn't notice anything unusual in the wine.
The tip of his tongue was soaked in various wines.
The subtle fruity sweetness mixed in the wine does not belong to any kind of brandy.
What a pity for such a good wine.
I have to say that this time, the opponent he played against was a little clumsy, and his acting skills could only barely score 70 points.
However, after all, before being imprisoned by "Gravity", everyone was honestly being themselves. It is understandable that there are very few abnormal humans like Jiang Fang who weld a semi-permanent kind mask on their faces.
Jiang Fang was not surprised by the other party's behavior of drugging.
It was their hopeful encounter with another group of survivors.
Unfortunately, the location and timing of the encounter were not good.
When a werewolf kills, the one with the most playable and most threatening first sword is common sense.
The only question is what exactly does the drug do.
Jiang Fang was basically certain that he was taking the drug called [Answer].
In Sheng Yimin's team, I'm afraid no one has ever used [Answer].
He is lying.
He kept going around the corner and wanted Jiang Fang to try it, probably because he was reluctant to throw away this S-class item with unknown function description and indistinguishable good and bad luck, and worried about the consequences of taking it rashly, so he wanted to make Jiang Fang a guinea pig.
If Jiang Fang took it, there were no side effects, and it was even beneficial, that is, Sheng Yimin, who had a lot of [answers] in his hand, tried the medicine for free.
If Jiang Fang died of poisoning, his team would be leaderless, and it would be chaotic. Sheng Yimin would have the first mover advantage in this PVP.
Therefore, no matter what kind of possibility, Sheng Yimin will make a steady profit.
After figuring this out, Jiang Fang smiled and accepted such a trick.
During dinner, he sat in the hustle and bustle with a smile on his face, holding a glass of wine, watching Sheng Yimin pretending, like a butterfly, shuttled between the two team members, greeting him with warmth and enthusiasm, and occasionally in conversations with others, Cast a nervous glance at yourself and watch his reaction.
At this time, Jiang Fang would not shy away from raising an empty cup to him, admiring the unnaturalness and panic that Lao Sheng showed at that moment, and after repeated attempts, he also did not mind the possibility of death in his heart, and even found it quite interesting. .
Jiang Fang looked humble and gentle, but he always despised everything, including his own life.
He didn't mind taking a gamble with Sheng Yimin.
The premise is that Jiang Fang owns a class A drug that can remove the debuff state.
Of course, he didn't know whether A-level items could work on S-level items.
So he has to observe and observe how much toxicity [Answer] actually has.
Under this PVP rule, with Nan Zhou, they will always win.
Therefore, the toxicity determines how Sheng Yimin will die.
I don't know if it was fortunate or unfortunate, but in Sheng Yimin's team, there happened to be no players who had brushed the copy of "Eternal Day".
Therefore, even if Nan Zhou swaggered in front of them, they would not recognize it.
What's more, in addition to his looks and low-key, Nan Zhou's personality is quite introverted and quiet. When eating with everyone, he sits on the stool at the end, while eating, with his head raised, and patiently listening to a person with oily noodles and noodles who came to strike up a conversation. man talking.
Not knowing what was going on, Jiang Fang's unbridled gaze turned to Nan Zhou, but he didn't want to stay for a moment, so he quickly moved away.
Jiang Fang traced back to the source of this vision, and found that probably after he realized that he would react to Nan Zhou, he deliberately fell out with Nan Zhou.
As if afraid of something.
Jiang Fang put the hard and cold glass to his lips, thinking with a smile, ridiculous.
What is he afraid of? What are you hiding from
With such a foreshadowing, he would be crazy to love someone.
Not to mention a virtual person like Nan Zhou.
It's just that when he was thinking about this, his eyes were unwilling to stay on Nan Zhou.
He looked in the completely opposite direction to Nan Zhou, but the fruity taste of brandy in his mouth became stronger and stronger.
It's apple flavored.
After a lonely banquet, Jiang Fang simply cleaned up the leftovers and went back to his room alone.
…I took out a voice recorder along the way.
This is his habit.
Whenever he entered a copy, he did not forget to turn on the recorder, record the information, and play it back afterwards, so as not to miss some details.
This time, Jiang Fang did not hope to obtain any effective information.
Other players are not fools, and of course they will not conspire loudly, exposing their inner suspicions and plans.
He was just getting used to it, and it sounded like he was passing the time.
While waiting for the poisonous attack, he was lying on the big soft bed, listening to everyone's meaningless gags in the recording, but he was thinking about another thing in his heart.
He remembered [answer] the poem.
So he wrote that classic verse about the "despicable" and "the noble" in his notebook.
He conveniently drew a circle on "Despicable", with a "?" next to it.
Jiang Fang guessed endlessly, could the efficacy of [Answer] change one's temperament
Bury the people in the hearts of people to become and win
At that time, Jiang Fang certainly didn't know that he had directly touched the essence of the [Answer] prop.
He tapped the notebook twice with the end of his pen and continued to speculate.
In this case, this is the targeted drug that awakens the "despicable" heart of human beings
No.
The concept of "despicable" seems too thin.
Perhaps it can be understood as "desire".
If it can magnify people's heart, it's like adding chips to the balance of people's hearts, making them sink and be unaware, more reasonable and scary.
Thinking of this step, Jiang Fang couldn't help but feel amused.
That being said, he might not be able to die.
And the effect of this drug on myself needs to be questioned.
Because Jiang Fang thought about it, he couldn't figure out what his own would be.
He is not short of money, does not smoke or drink, and is not particularly obsessed with food, drink and housing.
Gambling is only one of his means of making a living, so he is not good at gambling either.
Even the desire to survive that everyone has, he lacks.
His desire to live and return to reality is not very strong.
What Jiang Fang wanted was long gone.
And the birds that are used to freedom, can there be no reason to be attached to the birdcage again
Since he couldn't think of the answer for a while, Jiang Fang didn't want to.
He circled the word "Answer" with his pen again.
His thinking went a step further.
So far, Jiang Fang has not been completely sure whether this [answer] is his "answer".
What if the person in charge of writing the game text just came up with a random name
If the first two lines of the poem "Answer" were too famous, Jiang Fang would not think in this direction.
For other people, perhaps only the two most widely circulated sentences, "despicable" and "noble", may not be able to match the title of the poem "Answer".
Did he think too much
preferably.
Otherwise, the information revealed behind it would be too creepy.
- The planners of the game, understand their civilization a little bit, and use the civilization that belongs to human beings to design props and copies one by one.
It was a wonderful and terrifying feeling.
When Jiang Fang's thoughts went far, he actually heard Nan Zhou's voice: "Brother Fang, what do you have for dinner?"
His attention returned in an instant, and he looked at the recorder by his hand.
This conversation happened about an hour ago, so Jiang Fang still had some impressions.
He even silently answered his next question: "What do you want to eat?"
Nanzhou orders: "Apple Pie."
Jiang Fang: "Do we still have apples?"
Nan Zhou: "I don't have much to bring out."
Nan Zhou: "... Hmm. Then let's not do it for now."
At that time, Nan Zhou's relentless little eyes should be quite cute.
Because Jiang Fang heard himself let out a gentle smile: "I'm sorry. When we get to the place where there are apples, we will replenish the inventory."
This conversation is quite ordinary.
But Jiang Fang frowned.
He had heard his own voice many times, but he had never heard such a tenderness that made goosebumps goosebumps.
What made him even more incomprehensible was that he accidentally reversed this meaningless recording.
After going back dozens of seconds, Jiang Fang let go of his hand.
Just right, he heard Nan Zhou call him "Brother Fang".
The cold and indifferent tone, but I don't know what kind of accelerant was added, made his heart burst into flames.
Jiang Fang put his fingertips on the position where the voice recorder came out, rubbed it up and down, and sensed his voice with his fingertips.
It was as if he could touch the man's open and closed lips.
Soft, pretty, warm.
After realizing what he was doing, Jiang Fang suddenly let go and swept the recorder under the bed.
The recorder bounced twice on the soft floor, without even making a louder sound, it easily rang out in Jiang Fang's heart an echo that made his scalp tingle.
When can he make a promise to Nan Zhou "in the future"
Jiang Fang immediately found an explainable excuse for his bizarre behavior.
This is the "suspension bridge effect".
Underfoot is a bottomless abyss, a creaking suspension bridge that could break at any time.
The two walked in the middle and hugged each other tightly, mistaking their fearful heartbeat for their love for each other.
This is the most dangerous thing for Jiang Fang, who has always been afraid of heights.
He closed his eyes and squeezed the corners of his eyes, forcing himself to get out of this unprovoked and useless emotion.
Instead of waiting for the discomfort to end, he waited for Nanzhou first.
Nan Zhou, who had a fever, happened to have the same dream.
He walked into a room,
The sky outside the window was grey, and that bit of grey spread all over the sky and penetrated into people's hearts.
Brother Fang sat on the bed.
He didn't seem very comfortable, one hand sank tightly into the soft mattress, and the other hand pinched between his eyebrows.
Nan Zhou walked up to him silently and asked, "Have a headache?"
Jiang Fang's shoulders tightened, and only then did he realize Nan Zhou's arrival.
He only briefly touched his eyes, and then turned away: "There is no sound when walking, does it belong to a cat?"
Although his tone was joking, his guttural tone was as tight as his shoulders, as if he was trying to avoid something.
Nan Zhou was a little curious and tilted his head to follow his gaze: "What's wrong with you?"
Jiang Fang Xuxu closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and did not answer his question.
This is really rare, and it arouses Nan Zhou's curiosity.
Nan Zhou squatted down in front of Jiang Fang, his arms spread on his knees: "Brother Fang?"
Such an ordinary physical touch seems to suddenly turn on a certain button.
Jiang Fang grabbed his wrist and slammed him onto the bed. As soon as he twisted his waist, his whole body was above Nan Zhou.
Since this kind of behavior is really not Jiang Fang, Nan Zhou forgot to resist, so he bullied himself and looked at him with novelty.
In contrast to his violent movements, he was expressionless and unusually calm.
The atmosphere in the room was stagnant for a while, and was broken again by the sound of a loud key.
The key was taken out of Nanzhou's windbreaker pocket, and it smelled of sweet men's perfume.
Jiang Fang shook the key around in front of his eyes, silently asking about the origin of the key.
This key was given to him by the oil-headed noodle man who approached him at the dinner table.
Nan Zhou also happily explained his origins and said, "He said, if I'm bored at night, I can go to him."
Jiang Fang: "Did you accept it?"
Nan Zhou was a little surprised, because this was the most obvious fact.
Anyway, he didn't feel bored with Jiang Fang, so he definitely wouldn't go looking for that person.
He didn't quite understand why Jiang Fang asked, and even answered hesitantly: "Yes."
After this "um", Nan Zhou felt that Jiang Fang's palm against his face suddenly clenched into a fist.
Immediately afterwards, the set of keys was thrown out the window with a clatter.
Nan Zhou's eyes chased the bunch of keys and ran away, but soon, his face was straightened by Jiang Fang.
Jiang Fang's expression was very strange.
He pressed his forehead against Nanzhou's, and the tail of silver-white hair fell into Nanzhou's shoulder, sweeping out an itchy and crispy touch.
Nan Zhou heard him speak slowly and said something strange.
"...Don't go to other people's bridges." Jiang Fang said softly, "Go this way." :,